Luyện nghe bài hát Gasoline

Elite candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireless
Jacob watch interchangeable bands and five time zones
to holla at a redbone
Smokin on some
Sippin on some duper extra strength
A buck fifty a shot the thirteenth
Head hard as a rock stop by the shop
Shoot some craps in the back hit the block
There go the
They handcuffin my
fittin to take 'em to the prestink
Couldn't say they ABC's
So? Shoot I can't say my ABC's when I'm sober
E-Figgady a different pedigree than most of these suckers up in industry
be trying to me
Trend setta, game markin decta, vendetta, big chedda, block protectas

(Chorus)
Talk & Doonie]
Hey,
rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick Wid It what you claim?
My spit gasoline (x2)

low on gas
Never on an empty
octane for the brain, puffin on some dank
Traffic up like a toilets do, bumper to bumper
on slap, sounding like a concert
Drink in my lap, finger on my
wig back, head crack
Flat line, alpine,
Rolla supplier, quiet as it's
I want to but I can't, the game needs me
The game would be boring E-Feezy
I wake up every morning to a shot of
A shoebox full of herb and some grits and turkey sausage for my
Sellin units out the of my car
And just think, I with a pickle jar
From a sixteenth of yowder to a kick of blow
To a whole of some of that YOU KNOW!

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies, ride ones mang
Sick wid it what you claim
My spit gasoline (x2)

Yo, yo yo
I'm close, I'm doing the most, I
I coast, take my foot off the
Then I the friendly ghost up the interstate
neck motion, deep throat
Honey bout to
I got brigadels to see, marbles to
Drop the prices from state to like the west nile virus
gammas miralicious
Big spit, vicious
Man on the foshelian
nothin but the forty water
Always on, uh, unreasonable
Can't fuck wit it if it ain't equinomically um, er, uh, ta, uh,
Me and my weoples yaypered up
Got a "Just say no to drug" bumper sticker on my truck and an American
So I can camouflage my
I'm on some spinach
I need to play some tennis I go to court
The water might be finished if he report

(Chorus)
[Turf Talk &
Hey, hey
rallies ride gold ones mang
Sick wid it what you claim
My niggaz spit (x4)

Gasoline! (x16)